rj.eyeoftheworld-第135章
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f those answered at all； it was by spitting and turning away in disgust。 They turned away； but they kept a watchful eye； too。 They looked at all the travelers the same way； out of the corners of their eyes。 Their faces said strangers might get up to anything if not watched。
People who lived in the area were not only wary of the strangers； they seemed more than a little put out。 Just enough people were on the road； scattered out just enough； that when farmers' carts and wagons appeared with the sun peeking over the horizon； even their usually slow pace was halved。 None of them was in any mood to give a ride。 A sour grimace； and maybe a curse for the work they were missing； were more likely。
The merchants' wagons rolled by with little hindrance beyond shaken fists； whether they were going toward Caemlyn or away from it。 When the first merchants' train appeared； early on in the morning； ing at a stiff trot with the sun barely above the horizon behind the wagons； Rand stepped out of the road。 They gave no sign of slowing for anything； and he saw other folk scrambling out of the way。 He moved all the way over onto the verge； but kept walking。
A flicker of motion as the first wagon rumbled close was all the warning he had。 He went sprawling on the ground as the wagon driver's whip cracked in the air where his head had been。 From where he lay he met the driver's eyes as the wagon rolled by。 Hard eyes above a mouth in a tight grimace。 Not a care that he might have drawn blood； or taken an eye。
〃Light blind you！〃 Mat shouted after the wagon。 〃You can't … 〃 A mounted guard caught him on the shoulder with the butt of his spear； knocking him down atop Rand。
〃Out of the way； you dirty Darkfriend！〃 the guard growled without slowing。
After that； they kept their distance from the wagons。 There were certainly enough of them。 The rattle and clatter of one hardly faded before another could be heard ing。 Guards and drivers； they all stared at the travelers heading for Caemlyn as if seeing dirt walk。
Once Rand misjudged a driver's whip； just by the length of the tip。 Clapping his hand to the shallow gash over his eyebrow； he swallowed hard to keep from vomiting at how close it had e to his eye。 The driver smirked at him。 With his other hand he grabbed Mat； to stop him nocking an arrow。
〃Let it go；〃 he said。 He jerked his head at the guards riding alongside the wagons。 Some of them were laughing； others gave Mat's bow a hard eye。 〃If we're lucky； they'd just beat us with their spears。 If we're lucky。〃
Mat grunted sourly； but he let Rand pull him on down the road。
Twice squadrons of the Queen's Guards came trotting down the road； streamers on their lances fluttering in the wind。 Some of the farmers hailed them； wanting something done about the strangers； and the Guards always paused patiently to listen。 Near midday Rand stopped to listen to one such conversation。
Behind the bars of his helmet； the Guard captain's mouth was a tight line。 〃If one of them steals something； or trespasses on your land；〃 he growled at the lanky farmer frowning beside his stirrup； 〃I'll haul him before a magistrate； but they break no Queen's Law by walking on the Queen's Highway。〃
〃But they're all over the place；〃 the farmer protested。 〃Who knows who they are； or what they are。 All this talk about the Dragon 。。。〃
〃Light； man！ You only have a handful here。 Caemlyn's walls are bulging with them； and more ing every day。〃 The captain's scowl deepened as he caught sight of Rand and Mat； standing in the road nearby。 He gestured down the road with a steel…backed gauntlet。 〃Get on with you； or I'll have you in for blocking traffic。〃
His voice was no rougher with them than with the farmer； but they moved on。 The captain's eyes followed them for a time； Rand could feel them on his back。 He suspected the Guards had little patience left with the wanderers； and no sympathy for a hungry thief。 He decided to stop Mat if he suggested stealing eggs again。
Still； there was a good side to all the wagons and people on the road； especially all the young men heading for Caemlyn。 For any Darkfriends hunting them； it would be like trying to pick out two particular pigeons in a flock。 If the Myrddraal on Winternight had not known exactly who it was after； maybe its fellow would do no better here。
His stomach rumbled frequently； reminding him that they had next to no money left； certainly not enough for a meal at the prices charged this close to Caemlyn。 He realized once he had a hand on the flute case； and firmly pushed it around to his back。 Gode had known all about the flute； and the juggling。 There was no telling how much Ba'alzamon had learned from him before the end … if what Rand had seen had been the end … or how much had been passed to other Darkfriends。
He looked regretfully at a farm they were passing。 A man patrolled the fences with a pair of dogs； growling and tugging at their leashes。 The man looked as if he wanted nothing more than an excuse to let them loose。 Not every farm had the dogs out； but no one was offering jobs to travelers。
Before the sun went down； he and Mat walked through two more villages。 The village folk stood in knots； talking among themselves and watching the steady stream pass by。 Their faces were no friendlier than the faces of the farmers； or the wagon drivers； or the Queen's Guards。 All these strangers going to see the false Dragon。 Fools who did not know enough to stay where they belonged。 Maybe followers of the false Dragon。 Maybe even Darkfriends。 If there was any difference between the two。
With evening ing； the stream began to thin at the second town。 The few who had money disappeared into the inn； though there seemed to be some argument about letting them inside； others began hunting for handy hedges or fields with no dogs。 By dusk he and Mat had the Caemlyn Road to themselves。 Mat began talking about finding another haystack； but Rand insisted on keeping on。
〃As long as we can see the road；〃 he said。 〃The further we go before stopping； the further ahead we are。〃 If they are chasing you。 Why should they chase now； when they've been waiting for you to e to them so far？
It was argument enough for Mat。 With frequent glances over his shoulder； he quickened his step。 Rand had to hurry to keep up。
The night thickened； relieved only a bit by scant moonlight。 Mat's burst of energy faded； and his plaints started up again。 Aching knots formed in Rand's calves。 He told himself he had walked further in a hard day working on the farm with Tam； but repeat it as often as he would； he could not make himself believe it。 Gritting his teeth； he ignored the aches and pains and would not stop。
With Mat plaining and him concentrating on the next step； they were almost on the village before he saw the lights。 He tottered to a stop； suddenly aware of a burning that ran from his feet right up his。 legs。 He thought he had a blister on his right foot。
At the sight of the village lights； Mat sagged to his knees with a groan。 〃Can we stop now？〃 he panted。 〃Or do you want to find an inn and hang out a sign for the Darkfriends？ Or a Fade。〃
〃The other side of the town；〃 Rand answered； staring at the lights。 From this distance； in the dark； it could have been Emond's Field。 What's waiting there？ 〃Another mile； that's all。〃
〃All！ I'm not walking another span！〃
Rand's legs felt like fire； but he made himself take a step； and then another。 It did not get any easier； but he kept on； one step at a time。 Before he had gone ten paces he heard Mat staggering after him； muttering under his breath。 He thought it was just as well he could not make out what Mat was saying。
It was late enough for the streets of the village to be empty； though most houses had a light in at least one window。 The inn in the middle of town was brightly lit； surrounded by a golden pool that pushed back the darkness。 Music and laughter； dimmed by thick walls； drifted from the building。 The sign over the door creaked in the wind。 At the near end of the inn； a cart and horse stood in the Caemlyn Road with a man c
